I would like to be home by midnight.

She paused, no longer so sure about the fit
of that crystal slipper on my hairy foot.

Not to worry, my dear. Just make sure to close
the closet door when you leave.

****** your wife
          Take your life
                  Grip on knife
                            Stuck on hypfe

I shall decree
                                   She is C
  The dark one is B
                                   hear ye
                                            hear ye
          I am your death
            closely related to ****
I'd never cheat
                             steal    
                                       or lie
C is unfaithful
                           She'll miserably die
she'll come in disguise
                              Catch you in her grasp
        every time you'll collapse
                            Trick you to relapse
perhaps you enjoy dealing
             w/ such a feeling
                                  look at you pout
Eyes filled w/ great doubt
every night
                  a new fight
                                        no sign
                                              of any light
GOOD ******* NIGHT

It fell to earth a million years ago in a burning tail of fire to land on the barren glacier, undiscovered until now, its power can only be guessed at.

The High Priestess Angelica was drawn towards it and it was She who found it.
Now the black crystal is at the centre of her power and her life, it sits on her sacred altar doing her bidding.

A white flame seems to burn at the crystals heart with a life all of its own.
Now Angelica can start her quest for world *******, she has the sacred power to do so.

Should I just go.
Pack my bags & Prepare my cloths.
I’m in denial.
I know the truth but don’t accept it
I don’t want to admit
It’s the only thing , the bestest.
I’m going to be honest
I don’t want to leave this ...
Yes it’s hurting .
But I’m hurting both ways
Clean or Gone.

Sober / Down / High
I write to express
I type when I like.
There is no preferable time
Random thoughts
I jot to look back
This helps to solve my Issues
Venting / stories/ poems
This helps me capture a problem
I study my sorrows
Helps prevent future failures

If I can’t set free
Our love will leave
Like my life
Addiction ruined everything
I’m aware
That everything I love
turns to dirt
took my spirit & happiness
Drained out my life
Replacing it with emptiness

I’m so tired of trying
Of running & hiding
From the urges to Get High
Believing to feel like the 1st Time
I’m Tired Of Fighting
Battling and dying all times
I’m sick of working so hard
To fall back each time
I’m tired of accepting
But yet denying
I feel sad sober
I feel numb High
Both ways I’m hating my life
It’s the Of Relapse
That I’m losing more hope
Breathing .
I hate that I’m weak.
I’m not strong and Can’t think
I hate that I don’t View things Easy


I love my love
My love is him